The bubbles in the tub had subsided and her body could be seen easily through the clear water. Oscar moved to the edge of the tub and directed her to move her hands above her head fully revealing her wet mammaries. He had her roll slowly from side to side, exposing first one hip and then the other to the eye of the camera. She was instructed to bend one knee and then the other and then to cross one leg over the other. The young math teacher had no way of knowing how much she was showing until she got a glimpse of the resulting photos on the large computer monitor. It was sort of voyeur cam…she was spying on herself….and she loved it.
Oscar instructed her to get on her hands and knees and move to the back of the deep tub. “Left arm on the edge of the tub and lay your head down on it, move your hips toward the edge of the tub and look back over your right shoulder right into the camera.” The monitor image of the succeeding photos showed the full halves of her ass and the distinctive pinkness of her pussy between her legs in the midthigh depth water. Her right breast hung heavily from her chest and her eyes focused directly on the camera. A little of the bubble bath had left a trail of suds scattered discretely over the round mounds of her gluteals to give the rather blatantly sexual pose a classy sort of look. “Reach your right hand back and rest it on your right cheek.” She playfully put her hand on the right cheek of her face and Oscar scolded her, “no,no, your other right cheek” with which she complied.
“Better get out of that tub before you look like a prune,” Oscar said as he threw her a huge towel. “Come out slow and let’s see if we can get some …..”, his sentence was interrupted by a buzzer sounding out in the front lobby. “Damn, messenger service, I’ve got to get this ‘cuz it’s always C.O.D. Go ahead and get dried off and get the robe back on. You can start thinking about wardrobe for the next set. We’ll use the couch set,” his voice trailing off as he walked purposefully toward the front of the building.
The young woman searched through the racks and racks of clothes. It was difficult to know what would and wouldn’t fit. There were hundreds of women’s outfits; lingerie, swimsuits, dresses, shoes, you name it, Oscar probably had it.
“Made any decisions yet,” Oscar posed as he trundled back into the room carting a somewhat large messenger’s case he was trying to open as he walked?
“Where do you start? There’s too much to choose from. Give me some sort of idea.”
“Well, you are going to want to do something different than what we’ve already done and different from these you posed for for your husband.”
“Posed for for my husband? What are you talking about?”
“These are those nudes your husband brought in yesterday for me to develop. I had to send them across the island to have a friend who still develops 35 millimeter print them out. They must be something special because he’s put them in an album and he usually just delivers in the ol’ photo shop packets.”
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